"Can you do it? There is no eating! ”

Ren Junlin asked the man who banged on the door with dissatisfaction.

According to Fang Yue's arrangement, several people quietly touched the outside of Lao Litou's room.

What should be followed is the scene of breaking open the door and rushing in.

I don't want to get stuck in this level.

The sturdy man who hit the door in front of him didn't knock open the dilapidated wooden door when he hit it.

The guy was also a little confused, and his face was flushed.

The wooden door looked old, and even if it couldn't collapse all at once, it wouldn't be left untouched.

"Go, over there, carry that log over and hit it."

Ren Junlin saw that the sturdy family didn't hit the door a few times, so he changed his mind and instructed several other family members to carry an upside-down log on the ground.

The wood was the thickness of a bowl, and it was placed on the ground, soaked in muddy water, wet, covered with mud, heavy and dirty.

However, several family members did not dislike it, and worked together to pick up the wet and dirty big wood.

As long as he is satisfied, Ren Junlin has always been generous in rewarding his subordinates, so the family members are full of performance.

"Hurry, hurry."

Ren Junlin couldn't help urging, and the strong man couldn't open a dilapidated door, which made Ren Junlin realize that there was indeed something wrong with this house.

And the movement of banging on the door just now, I was afraid that the people in the house had already noticed it, and Ren Junlin was afraid that the people in the house had escaped, so he urged the family members to knock on the door as soon as possible.

The housekeepers carried the wood and slammed it into the old door.

There was a loud bang, mixed with the screams of something, and the whole house trembled.

The family members suddenly stopped, at a loss.

"Something seems to be barking."

"I heard that, too."

"It's not haunted."

The housekeepers whispered and panicked, and when they approached the house, they always felt an eerie chill lingering all around.

"Bump, keep bumping." Fang Yue spoke.

"What are you doing when you stop, you haven't eaten, do what Master Fang said, and continue to bump."

Ren Junlin said loudly.

The servants had no choice but to continue to carry the log, shout to give themselves courage, and rush forward to slam the door.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The loud sound of the door slamming on the door was as clear as thunder in the silent night after the rain.

Mixed with the loud roar, there is a faint sound like a ghost crying, which is not real.

The housekeepers carried the wood and bumped it dozens of times, so tired that they were out of breath, and finally heard a "bang", and the old door collapsed.

"Ah, let me go, help."

The woman's cry for help came from inside the house, making Ren Junlin's face change greatly.

This voice calling for help was from his sixth mother, Yan Qiuhong.

Although she doesn't like to see such a "mother" who is younger than herself, she is also her father's concubine, if this is tarnished, his face is also very ugly.

Ren Junlin held a knife in one hand and a torch in the other, and said loudly: "Everyone follow me, the first one to catch Lao Li's head, young master, I will reward sixty taels of silver, and the others will each have five taels."

Sixty taels of silver is enough to buy several acres of land, enough to marry a daughter-in-law.

The housekeepers' eyes lit up, and they threw down the wood they were carrying, picked up their knives and sticks again, and rushed into the house with a scream.

Inside the house, under the light of torches, the family members saw an unforgettable scene.

A woman's gown stood like a person, calling for help in a panic.

The skirt bulged, outlining a delicate female body, but when you looked at it, you couldn't see anything, and it was empty inside.

"Old Li Tou, you wolf-hearted thing, I treat you well, you don't know where you learned evil arts, but you came to harm my Ren family."

Ren Junlin was shocked and angry, and pointed at the old Li Tou who was hiding in the corner and scolded.

"Knock knock."

Lao Li Tou was stolen and seized, and his ugliness was exposed under the eyes of everyone, and he was terrified to the extreme, desperate, shaking the rattle in his hand frantically.

With the rapid sound of drums, the black gas that had been dispersed when hitting the door regathered.

It's just hidden in the dark and no one can see it.

The gloomy aura is like a river bursting its banks, surging out in an instant, and the chill is deep to the bones.

The sound of children frolicking came from all around, as if far as it was near, as if it was there or not, and it was very strange.

As soon as Fang Yue came in, he was going to immediately snatch the rattle in Lao Litou's hand.

As soon as he saw everyone rushing in, he immediately shook the rattle.

Fang Yue felt that the "dong dong" drum sounded as if it was beating on his soul.

His head was instantly foggy, and there was a huge force in the outside world, which was forcibly pulling his soul out of his body.

He had no choice but to keep his mind and mobilize the internal qi in the dantian, and the qi and blood in his body were surging, fighting against the forces pulled by the outside world.

The panicked old Li Tou, desperate, shook the weird rattle the size of a palm with all his might, and his face was slowly aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The few people who came in the room, except for Fang Yue, were still struggling to rely on the surging blood in his body to fight against the drums, keeping a little sane intact.

The others, Ren Junlin and the family members, all stood there dumbfounded, motionless, as if they had lost their souls.

The house suddenly fell into an eerie silence from the noise of everyone breaking in, and only the rattle drum was still "knocking".

With the sound of drums, in the darkness, the black gas from the ground kept surging outward and converging, as if something was about to crawl out of the ground.

Old Li Tou was still shaking the rattle desperately, even though he felt very tired now.

He couldn't stop.

Fang Yue suddenly felt a mortal threat.

There was no reason for this sense of threat, and he didn't know what it was, but he knew that if he continued like this, he would be in danger of his life.

It's an intuition, a very strong intuition.

Fang Yue knew that he couldn't delay any longer, and hurriedly recited silently in his heart: "Sacrifice."

The merit points were consumed, and there was a faint golden light floating on his body, and the force that pulled his soul outside suddenly lightened.

This is a direct consumption of merit points against the strange soul power carried by the rattle drum.

"Damn, I still underestimated this old plum."

I thought it was a hand-to-hand capture, but I didn't think that there would be such a change, and the merit points were consumed quickly, which made Fang Yue feel distressed.

It is not easy to accumulate this little bit of merit, but when it is consumed, it is like flowing water, and it is simply a thousand miles.

But now was not the time to worry about that, the terrifying sense of deadly threat was still there, and it was getting stronger.

Fang Yue clearly knew at this moment that if he didn't stop Lao Li Tou as soon as possible and let him continue to shake that rattle, something extremely terrible would happen.

He gritted his teeth, took difficult steps, and moved towards Lao Li's head.

From the door to the corner, the two of them were only a few steps away.

But it was only in these few steps that Fang Yue's entire strength was exhausted that he could slowly get closer, much slower than a snail.

Seeing that Fang Yue could still move and was coming towards him, Lao Li was inexplicably shocked.

At this moment, Lao Li's head was withered and extremely old, and he seemed to want to say something, but he was dumb and couldn't speak.

Only the rattle in his hand is still ringing "dong dong".

It was as if a child was holding a rattle and frolicking happily.

Fang Yue's gaze was firm, although it was extremely slow, but he still approached Lao Li Tou little by little.

Finally, it's time to get closer.

Fang Yue gritted his teeth, mobilized all the internal qi in the dantian, and stretched out his hand with difficulty, grabbing the rattle in Old Man Li's hand.

When his hand was still halfway through and was about to touch the rattle, the drum stopped abruptly.